Lack Of Space Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

Lack Of Space



The lacking of time,
is in duty.
Paid and almost done,
where room is no longer insurable,
the problem may be done.
A binding trick,
I'm stating of,
where spaces in-between the fun,
are too small almost,
for my habitat,
like burning of the sun.

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